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S: BEHA TAPA THE MYSTERY OF POEMS

BC: BEHA TAPA

1: names *TABLE OF CONTENTS *WHERE IM FROM POEM *IMAGES TO WHERE IM FROM *MYSELF POEM *IMAGES TO MYSELF POEM *MY MOTHERS KITCHEN *IMAGES TO MY MOTHERS KITCHEN GMST POEM IMAGES TO GSMST POEM | page numbers 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 | TABLE OF CONTENTS

2: Where I’m from I am from noisy city, from aroma of the French chocolate and the enchanting smell of crescents. I am from the window with the view of the swiftly calming bay. I am from the sweet scented roses, the dark indigo lavender _outside mama’s window. I am from the first child prays first and _ the youngest cleans the dishes, from aunt Monique’s famous apple pie and uncle Dave hated laugh and grandmas ancient stories. I am from the family vacation to Africa and to the dimples on the right check. From loving yourself first is key and _to knowledge is key. I'm from scented breeze carrying tropical music, sweet plantain, and the tasty gumbo. From the child getting lost on vacation, the family never wanting a child the how I met your mother stories I am from the ancient pictures out of the family picture album in grandma’s room

4: THIS IS ME TAKE ME AS I PLEASE OR WATCH ME AS I LEAVE. By Beha Tapa The dark skin The black hair The dark bold brown eyes The long eyelashes The perfectly shaped eyebrow The curly hair from ancient centuries My ancestor’s destiny I am who I am not willing to change You can huff and howl and even say I’m lame But deep down I know that I am true to myself That I am proud of who I have becomeSo choice I’m unique that’s what’s different about me I don’t change to please But because it was meant for me Myself worth is bigger than this earth Through past experiences I learn to change I am the galaxy with no limits no boundaries I’m not defined on my appearance but on the pureness of my heart And my cool bubbly personality So this is my cry, my plead, my decree Learn to love your before you judge me.

7: MY MOTHER'S KITCHEN THE GREAT DINNERS WE HAVE PREPARED IN THIS MAROVELOUS PLACE ENDLESS PLATES OF FOOD HAS THIS PLACE CREATED FROM THAT OLD ROSE BUSH PLUNGING THE AIR WITH SWEET ENCHANTING SMELLS THAT FILLED THE AIR TO THE ROSEMARY POT THAT HANGS OUSTIDE THE WINDOW A WAITING TO GET PICKED THE PARSLEY SMELL IN THAT OVEN I FORGOT TO CLEAN AS UASAL OR THE DEAD PLANT I FORGOT TO REMOVE FOR THE WINDOW TO THE ONE DAY EVERYBODY REFUSES TO WASK THE DISHES MAMA THATS WHAT DISHWASHER ARE FOR THAT NOT MY JOB THE BEST LINE I CREATED IN ORDER TO GET OUT OFMY CHORES SADLY IT NEVR REALLY WORK LIKE I EXPECT BUT THE DISHES TO CLEAN THE CUPS WAS TOO MUCH TO CLEAN FOR THIS KITCHEN HAD DONE AND CREATED EVERYTHING THAT I WANT IN MY TUMMY WOW THAT MARVELOUS KITCHEN

8: HOMWORK PAGE 329 ALL READ ALL 20 POEMS AND REVIEW ALL FORMS OF NOTES

9: GSMST DOORS FILLED WITH THE LAUGHTER AND BOMING SOUND OF THE MILLIONS OF BOOKBAGS APPROCAING THE EXITS THE BLACK,BLUE, AND WHITE COLORS STREAMING DOWN EACH PATHWAY THE SILENT WARM STRIFE OF HEAT TOUNCHING UPON THE OPEN EYE \ THE SWEET SMEILL OF FOOD THE HITS YOUR NOSE LIKE A CALM FALL BREEZE TURNING ON ALL THE SENSES PRESENT TO ONES BODY THE VOICE OF THE YOUNG MALES AND FEMALES EXPRESSIG HOW THEY FEEL AND TEACHERS SURROUNDING THEM LIKE VULTURES LOOKING FOR PREY THE COLD SEAT AS IT TOUCHES THIER REAR END AND THEN WE START TO COMPLAIN OF OUR DAYS JOURNEY WITH A NEVERSTOPPING END THEN OFF TO CLASS WE RACE AGAIN OOO HERE COME THE COMPLAINING OF THE CLASS WITH NEVER ENDING TESTING ...

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  • Title: The mystery about poems
  • all of my poems that i have written
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  • Published: about 6 years ago

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